Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 strán (strany) |
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Strana 10
... brow the laurel never grows ; Renown is not the child of indolent repose . " Had unambitious mortals minded nought , But in loose joy their time to wear away ; Had they alone the lap of dalliance sought , Pleas'd on her pillow their ...
... brow the laurel never grows ; Renown is not the child of indolent repose . " Had unambitious mortals minded nought , But in loose joy their time to wear away ; Had they alone the lap of dalliance sought , Pleas'd on her pillow their ...
Strana 24
... brow'd misty vaults , Furr'd round with mouldy damps , and ropy slime , Lets fall a supernumerary horror , And only serves to make thy night more irksome . Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew , Cheerless , unsocial plant ! that loves ...
... brow'd misty vaults , Furr'd round with mouldy damps , and ropy slime , Lets fall a supernumerary horror , And only serves to make thy night more irksome . Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew , Cheerless , unsocial plant ! that loves ...
Strana 74
Saft her smile raise like May morning , Glintin owre Demait's brow ; Sweet ! wi ' opening charms adorning Strevlin's lovely plains below ! Kind and gentle was her nature ; At ilk place she bore the bell ; – Sic a bloom , and shape , and ...
Saft her smile raise like May morning , Glintin owre Demait's brow ; Sweet ! wi ' opening charms adorning Strevlin's lovely plains below ! Kind and gentle was her nature ; At ilk place she bore the bell ; – Sic a bloom , and shape , and ...
Strana 105
... was as the tufted fir , That crowns the mountain's brow ; And , waving o'er his shoulders broad , His locks of yellow flew . The chieftain of the brave clan Ross , A firm. SIR JAMES THE ROSE . ELEGY WRITTEN IN SPRING . Sir James the Rose.
... was as the tufted fir , That crowns the mountain's brow ; And , waving o'er his shoulders broad , His locks of yellow flew . The chieftain of the brave clan Ross , A firm. SIR JAMES THE ROSE . ELEGY WRITTEN IN SPRING . Sir James the Rose.
Strana 134
... brow , And boughs and blossoms yield , Resign the honors of their form At Winter's stormy blast , And leave the naked leafless plain A desolated waste . Yet soon reviving plants and flow'rs Anew shall deck the 134 LOGAN .
... brow , And boughs and blossoms yield , Resign the honors of their form At Winter's stormy blast , And leave the naked leafless plain A desolated waste . Yet soon reviving plants and flow'rs Anew shall deck the 134 LOGAN .
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Strana 140 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Strana 145 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Strana 205 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Strana 262 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Strana 200 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Strana 250 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Strana 146 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Strana 151 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Strana 452 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Strana 67 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.